My lover was passive
He was made of glass and
We didn’t appear full enough
Tried making eye contact in summer trees
Seeing we weren’t meant to become lucid bees
Just tiny things playing make believe

∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
My lover was passive
He was made of glass and
We didn’t appear full enough
Tried making eye contact in summer trees
Seeing we weren’t meant to become lucid bees
Just tiny things playing make believe
I’m not sure of what I am feeling, my heart can break, my ego; callous
What keeps me asleep is a range to run
Emotional in wake I bake the sun
Holes of bittersweet spit up, you nuzzling my breast till numb
Turning in, on and off
Tuning off, out and in
I attempt to sing those sensitive songs, I pretend with oneself, playing once upon a time
There’s no where to go as my soul is magnetic to your salvation, even here the space of our bodies deafening
I don’t know exactly why this fight takes flight, ideal is a winners war; no casualties
I remember sitting down in an empty space
Unmoving on a cloud
I saw my future there
Declared it aloud
Finding my name is claiming myself
Godspeed as pain plagues the world
While stolen lovers lust for equality; for peace
Begging for rain
Claiming insanity
Shaming one from shining down
This time around the natural will abandon us
The truth will leave us
All removed
Stumbling riddlers will remain
I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.

